| Nigga we too close can’t stop praying now
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| Though it seems there’s no end to this pain
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| Every time I close my eyes I pray IV reign
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| I pray for reign to wash away the strain
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| (JIM JONES)
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| You know how they say we all looking for sunshine well where I’m from sometimes
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| we look for the rain just so we could wash away the pain there’s nothing wrong
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| with a rainy day sometimes cause you know the sun ell soon come that’s what
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| they say don’t they pray IV us
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| Nigga we too close can’t stop praying now
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| Though it seems there’s no end to this pain
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| Every time I close my eyes I pray IV reign
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| I pray IV reign to wash away the strain
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| (JIM JONES)
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| You couldn’t understand how much the pain weight
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| So in the hood we love the rainy days
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| Cause subconsciously we know the suns coming
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| We love the winter cause we know the summers coming
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| Remember I got lock the same night my son was coming
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| All I could do was pray they don’t take me away
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| And lord knows I had the angels on my side
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| They searched the car had the hammer in the ride
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| A miracle on flat bush avenue
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| I still made it back to say push when she was having you
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| A newer version a younger me
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| I want him to go to school and raise him up gun free
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| I swear some places I don’t want him to be
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| And I swear something’s I don’t want him to see
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| But new booty daddy loves you truly
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| So the nights you don’t see me know daddy’s on his duty
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| Nigga we too close can’t stop praying now
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| Though it seems there’s no end to this pain
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| Every time I close my eyes I pray IV reign
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| I pray IV reign to wash away the strain
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| Watch a poor mans pick up survive through the pour
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| Pull the truck up front and drive through the store
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| Had to be a felon
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| Hated being poor but
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| Read the book of life and satin was the author
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| Still I was the culprit
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| Rather be on rikus
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| Bugging on how my baby mama ran through the diapers
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| All of that shitting and all of those pampers
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| Grandma laid up wit all of that cancer
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| Lead paint flaking constantly chipping
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| Momma with a dark rum constantly sipping
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| A fault to my name a bad transmission
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| For getting in the game that’s a bad transition
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| One flip one night i’m olly olly olly ox in free
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| And getting a newer place with a g
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| A couple henny shots i’m a newer man ready
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| To go and get paper and hustlers confetti
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| I’m ready
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| Nigga we too close can’t stop praying now
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| Though it seems there’s no end to this pain
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| Every time I close my eyes I pray IV reign
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| I pray IV reign to wash away the strain
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| Moment of silence to all my niggas in the struggle its bryd gang baby capo
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| matrix n.o.e. |
| chink Santana
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| I can truly understand
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| How life can drain all the passion from a man
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| With just one chance he can change his circumstance
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| And get that money baby, get that money babe, let’s get this money baby
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| Yeah
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| Nigga we too close can’t stop praying now
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| Though it seems there’s no end to this pain
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| Every time I close my eyes I pray IV reign
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| I pray IV reign to wash away the strain |